Late Night Swimming

I like you better when you're intoxicatedDown at my feet counting my fingers and toesMaking sure I made it through the night intactWhile you're a fumbling messDown at my feet counting my fingers and toes

Our conversations are louder in the darkWhen the edges of our friendship are blurred andFlirting with the shadows, dancing with the silenceWhere every word we mumble has the potential To turn against us in a tidal wave of misunderstanding

Your words slosh around like the Emptiness keeping company with the alcoholIn my stomach when you say You're exactly where you want to beSwimming through the riptides of the evening with me